GIMPs & TARTs & SERFs

global industrial military predators vs true alpha robinhood types and stupid egocentric runty fools

The GIMPs (Global Industrial Military Predators) are a fairly large international club but terribly fussy about their members’ qualifications. One is required to be from old money fondi or at least be from generational banking or military heritage.
The modus operandi one is expected to pursue is the economics of efficient eugenics.
Constant competition between GIMPs is vital to their joie de vivre and raison d’etre.
Peace, or any semblance of it, is like Kryponite to a GIMP.

Opposing the GIMPs are the TARTs (True Alpha Robinhood Types). These guys don’t have a club, wouldn’t join one, have very little money (as far as you will ever know), love life and get their jollies over a pint and a laugh (as far as you will ever know).

The TARTs outnumber the GIMPs thousands to one but the GIMPs employ the SERFs, Stupid Egocentric Runty Fools, who do whatever they are told because what little spunk they were born with got bullied out of them by the TARTs before they popped their cherries.

The GIMPs own corporations.
The SERFs work in the corporations.
The TARTs are self employed, small businessmen (as far as you will ever know).

The GIMPs have a product glut which is occupying too much space.
They have billions of weapons and missiles reaching their use-by date.
The consensus among them is clear. It is nothing personal, you understand…..

The GIMPs have declared war on the TARTs and SERFS to use up the old stock.
They didn’t think it was necessary to announce it. It really IS nothing personal.

The SERFs go along with the plan, hoping to impress the GIMPs but they never have the qualifications to join that club. They don’t suspect that they are expendable. They don’t notice that they are miserable and sick. Service is rewarded, they believe.

The TARTs have a shower, get dressed and go to the pub, oblivious of the GIMPs and the SERFs. They discuss the football and banter (as far as you will ever know).

Meanwhile the largest group of all is beavering away, ensuring that hearts keep beating, smiles keep beaming and life keeps growing. The largest group is greeting the dawn, feasting on spring, living in harmony and making its contribution to beauty just because it can.

The largest group is a co-operating multitude of uncountable number and species.
It is eternal and it knows it.

When the GIMPs and the TARTs and the SERFs stop for a moment…..
The peaceful wild is apt to call.
They just need to listen.